Yesterday, they thought I'd miscarry. I'd been having a little bit of trouble last weekend. They sent me for a blood test, to make sure I hadn't already miscarried. The lab technician bruised my arm.
I went home and sold a ton of my books in order to pay the rent. I was still short. I had to borrow, and I feel horrible about it. And... selling books? Cripes, that's depressing... I fucking read EVERY page of "The Fountainhead," and it was sitting on my shelf like a trophy. Even though I didn't like it, I LOVED having that book. The shop bought it for a dollar. It makes me want to weep when things like that have to happen. They'll sell it now, in it's lovely, hardbound edition, for about forty bucks. Assholes. That's sad. REALLY sad.
I got home and there was a note on my door from the sherriff's office. Something about a subpoena.
Sometimes, it's just not a good day.
But I paid my rent. I won't lose my apartment this month. And next month, I'll have a student loan coming in, so I'll use that!
The blood tests came back okay: I've got so many hormones squirming around my body, it's amazing I can walk straight. That's a good thing. It means the baby's okay. Or rather, it means the baby's still alive. The midwife told me I had to go have an emergency ultrasound anyway, to make sure it's not a tubal pregnancy or something.
*GRIN*
I have baby pictures...
The baby's okay. S/he's squirming about all over the place. I could have sworn s/he was waving to me at one point... I could see all the fingers and everything... Imagine! Fingers! The technician printed out a couple of photographs for me to keep. You can't see the fingers in the picture, because the little one was waving and the picture blurred.
Fucken A, what a CUTE kid!
S/he is going to be a holy wiggling terror, however. It's pretty evident already. I didn't know if so much movement was normal; on "E.R." all the baby-ultrasounds show sleeping babies... But the technician just said, "Aw! How cute!" The little one was just playing. Good gahd, the excitement level of the little one is already too much for me; how am I ever going to cope with such a hyper-joyful child!?
I'm gonna be a mom. I'm gonna be a mom to the cutest kid in the universe.
*GRIN*
I have to go now... But I thought I'd bring you up to date. The whole world stinks (literally, I mean), but it sure is cool sometimes!
Love,
~Helena*
PS... The head is on the right, and the little blurred thing next to the head is the baby waving... What a little ham; s/he gets on TV for the first time and has to wave... *smile*